1 Alone with Jesus! O how sweet,
In health to worship at His feet;
But sweeter far, when, day by day
We droop, and pine, and waste away,
To feel His arm around us close,
And on His bosom find repose.
2 Alone with Jesus! How secure,
Vile in myself, in Him how pure;
The tempests howl, the waters beat,
They harm me not in my retreat;
Night deepens with its gloom and chill,
He draws me nearer to Him still.
3 Alone with Jesus! What alarms
The infant in its mother’s arms?
Before me death and judgment rise,
I lean my head and close my eyes;
There’s naught for me to fear or do.
I know that He will bear me through.
4 Alone with Jesus! Earth grows dim;
I even see my friends through Him;
Time, space, all things below, above,
Reveal to me one life, one love,—
That One in whom all glories shine,
All beauties meet,—that One is mine.